I drift along, thinking about the past a great deal. The past is so reliable, so delightful, and the best place to live. I end up there quite often, you know; it's very comfortable and dependable.
Through aisles of long-drawn centuries my spirit walks in thought.
The baseball held was my fantasy of what life offered.
Have you seen my childhood? I'm searching for the world that I came from cause I've been looking around in the lost and found of my heart.
If only I could fall sound asleep and wake up in my old reality!
Present-day nostalgia involves homesickness for a period of time or a way of life that is gone for good.
The cold, the changed, perchance the dead, anew, The mourn'd, the loved, the lost,-too many, yet how few!
If I speak of Vienna it must be in the past tense, as a man speaks of a woman he has loved and who is dead.
I should like to bury something precious in every place where I've been happy and then, when I'm old and ugly and miserable, I could come back and dig it up and remember.
He decided that we suffer from great temporal homesickness for the decade we were born in.
You're trying to figure out a way to go back in time and spend more time with your father. Who wouldn't want to do that?
